29 April 2006

More pussy

I brought the ibook to Applecentre Orchard yesterday. It so happened that a few weeks ago, an unfortunate domestic incident involving the vacuum cleaner set on high suck and my duck resulted in the ibook having some of its keypads dislodged in highly unnatural positions. Earlier, a phone call produced an estimated repair cost of a couple of hundred, but in the end, they fixed it for free after my duck gazed sweetly at the repair centre lady. Now my duck can type without keypads jumping all over the place again.... yay!

Unresolved however is the mystery of the missing mail. A copy of an Aaron Copland piano score was dispatched via SingPost to my duck at least a week ago. It still hasn't arrived. For that matter, this week's editions of The Economist and New Scientist have yet to reach the mailbox too. I wonder if this has anything to do with the fact that the score involved more pussy-wussy and was addressed to my duck? Don't ducks deserve door-to-door delivery?